I rise at the touch of late sunrise – to my skin Or maybe my sleep was too much Without the sense of a hurry Like there’s no burden to carry
First thing on my mind: Love That’s nice. Freedom to do everything I want But it ends up thinking nonsense Switching it for something else
From the stairs up to the dining room Where mother used to leave some bread for my breakfast Same old junk: Out here on my own They are all in work, I’m already bored!
I eat and think.
No job. No money. No love. No honey. Just waiting for a miracle More same things to handle
I’m so suffocated! Here together with my stupid routine.
As I take the final bite to my meal; I wonder what to do next To take a bath or somewhat else – Leaving me no choice
Twelve o’clock in the afternoon I get into the bathroom Shampoo, soap, toothpaste are ready Then start pouring water to my body
I’m cleansed. I’m relaxed. I’m ready for work, very ready for work Almost OVER-ready. Next thing on my mind: Hate
Yeah. I don’t like this any longer Obviously! I must take courage to break the routine – Which I begin to hate
I seek solution. Loading…
1, 2, 3…
Found.
I will plan for the future I will take the change for better Fresh challenges, doing it at my best No time wasted, I’m entering a new quest